Clara
I never thought a morning could feel so light. It wasn't the weather, although New York dawned beautifully through the mansion's windows, nor the freshly brewed coffee that perfumed the kitchen... Not even the packed schedule of things related to a wedding that, at another time in my life, would have seemed exhausting. It was because of her.
My mother was here.
I heard her laugh before I saw her appear in the hallway, a white robe tied around her waist, her hair neatly styled, and a mug in her hands.
"I don't understand how you can look so dressed up so early," I said as she entered the living room. "It took me half an hour just to find my shoes."
I smiled from the sofa as I checked some references on my tablet.
"Because someone has to bring dignity to this family."
Alwa
